Three years into our marriage, my husband dropped a bomb on me.
“Honey, I think God’s calling me to be a pastor.”
No. No, no, no, no. I would have been okay with, “Honey, I think I’m going to become an electrician,” or, “I got a new job and we’re moving across the country.” But this? This was not part of the plan.
You can read the rest of this post about my struggle with our calling to pastoral ministry
here.